Prompt: A New Life | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Futuristic
She blows her nose. There is blood on the tissue and on her fingers.
She hesitates, then looks up from the basin where her stained T-shirt soaks. The familiar puffiness around her cheekbone already shines. It will soon reach her eye. But her nose looks more skew. Damn. She will have to dig up more than the usual excuses before work on Monday. The weekend is not long enough to recover from this one. Better go finish dinner while he is absorbed in the match of the season; and his umpteenth beer. He wants food by six.